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Even though he was the leader of a clan, Sparrowstar had never actually had an apprentice before Mintpaw, and thus was more nervous than he wanted to admit about overseeing this assessment. He'd wished the young tom good luck, of course, and stayed back for a few minutes to give the apprentice a head start, but now, as he snuck around through the pine groves, his own heart was racing. Heathersong had suggested using the giant pines to stay hidden while Mintpaw took his assessment, but Sparrowstar had never been much of a climber. So instead, he crept along the forest's floor, weaving between winds and making sure he was positioned so as to hide his scent. The black apprentice's purposeful wandering ceased suddenly, his ears perking, and without warning, the tom bounced off in another direction. He'd caught the scent of something.
Sparrowstar darted across the beaten path, intent on following after Mintpaw to watch him chase whatever he'd picked up on. But just as he slipped into the thicker underbrush, a snow hare in its den startled at his presence. He barely had time to turn and see the source of the commotion (and scent) before the defensive mother spun around, and kicked, powerful hind legs connecting with his ribcage and spine at precisely the wrong angle. There was a brief, terrible crack, a sharp flash of pain, and though he couldn't feel much other than that miserable throbbing, Sparrowstar could still feel himself crashing into the stone ground. His vision went dark shortly afterwards.
He wasn't sure how long it took for consciousness to return to him, but with a groan, Sparrowstar managed to drag himself back up onto wobbling legs. Black spots danced across his field of vision, but he could tell that this wasn't the pine groves he'd been in just moments before. These trees were not pines or spruces, his feet weren't planted on cold mountain stone, and there were no prickly shrubs or fern patches surrounding him. Instead, he was standing on soft, fragrant grass, earth between his toes and tall birches that provided leafy cover from gentle sunlight. Bleary-eyed, it took Sparrowstar a moment to identify the silvery blob of a cat that was storming his way with a scowl.
"Idiot," Marshstar growled, her tail thrashing fiercely. "A rabbit? Really?"
"Marshstar?" he managed, wincing at the muted pang that shook through his whole body as he tried to speak. He was still getting his bearings, knees knocking together and mouth painfully dry. So he must be in StarClan, then, if she was here. He blinked again, sight sharpening just enough to take in the wisp of a figure that hovered by the old leader's side. The ghost's face was indistinct and their figure hardly visible, but they were about his height, with similar black-and-white patches, and with twinkling stars that lined the edges of their pelt. "What's going on? Who's that?" She sighed, and for a moment, he could almost see the grey hairs lining her muzzle that had vanished in death. Maybe it was disappointment, or maybe just her exhaustion, but the brief flickering change was enough to make him feel chastised for a mistake he hadn't known he'd made.
"That, Sparrowstar, is you. Because in case you haven't put two and two together, you died. A rabbit killed you. Congratulations," Marshstar drawled, leering at him with squinted eyes. "It's just a shadow of you, of course. You'll need to die all nine times for it to fully form, but those of us here in StarClan can see you. Also, Tallthorn," she added, as an afterthought. "He sees ghosts."
'Huh?" Sparrowstar croaked. "Dead? He can see— what?"
Marshstar just huffed, rolling her eyes. "Yes, Sparrow, try to keep up." Her tone deepened somewhat, and the old leader looked to him with concern in her gaze, an unusual expression for her. "Now listen. Mintpaw's just finished his assessment. He did fine, by the way. We're doing what we can to heal your wounds, but we're going to have to send you back early before he gets suspicious, so it's going to hurt like you've never hurt before. You did die from this, after all."
"Okay," Sparrowstar said, mustering a grin that oozed false bravado. "I can handle a little hurt."
The silvery she-cat raised a star-speckled brow. "Speaking as someone who has actually come back too early before, you're going to eat those words. I'm sending you back now, but I just want to warn you. Something's brewing in the heart of SpruceClan. So please, Sparrow, I'm asking a lot of you, but don't let my clan die. You've saved it once already, and..." she grimaced, swallowing thickly, but steeled herself and glared at him. "I need you to save it again. Now, go on. Wake back up." Marshstar pressed her nose to his, and immediately, the gorgeous forest slipped away from beneath his feet.
His eyes flew open, and Sparrowstar jerked upright with a start. A sudden wave of nausea and dizziness washed over him, but rather than double over, SpruceClan's leader gritted his teeth and gingerly padded forwards across cold stone. Each step was agonizing, a constant reminder of the torn muscle and bone knitting still itself back together as he moved. But he could pick up Mintpaw's scent somewhere nearby, probably waiting for him at the edge of the forest just like he'd requested, and this couldn't wait. He'd let Briarmask and Heathersong know what had happened later. There was no reason to worry anyone else about it, no matter how much his spine screamed in protest. Most of all, Sparrowstar fought to keep a proud grin on his face, because he really was so, so excited for Mintpaw's success. It was just... hard to smile when he'd just experienced firsthand how fragile life really was.
Just like he'd expected, Mintpaw stood waiting at the edge of the woods. The burly apprentice's black paws were quivering, the only visible sign of his nerves, but his chin was tilted upwards and he glowed with pride. At his paws, an exceptionally large snow hare and healthy-looking ermine were on display. Sparrowstar bit back the instinct to flinch at the sight of the rabbit, but he put on a grin as he hobbled closer to his apprentice. "Congratulations," he purred, and his apprentice's head snapped towards him at the sound of his voice. "You've more than proved yourself today." Mintpaw grinned, but as soon as he caught side of the way his mentor was favoring one leg, the ecstatic expression slipped from his face in an instant, replaced by wide-eyed concern.
"Are you ok-k-ay?" Mintpaw gasped, nearly tripping over his catches as he rushed to help bear the leader's weight.
"I'm fine, Mintpaw," he lied through his teeth, biting back a hiss as the apprentice brushed against his side. "Just wrenched a paw on a tree root while I was following you. Not to worry, though, I'm still well enough to give you that warrior name. You earned it." The young tom beamed, whiskers quivering with pride, but he didn't leave his mentor's side for the rest of the walk back to Tall Stones. Sparrowstar, for his part, did his best not to look at the snow hare draped across Mintpaw's back.
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Leafbare's chill on the mountains was brutal, and while older cats that had acclimated to the weather could bear the conditions well, even the earliest symptoms of the season's change could be downright lethal for a kit. Ravenpaw wasn't thinking about the weather, though, more interested in racing between snow banks and trying to outrun his sister as she chased after him. With their final assessments coming up so soon, Cricketpounce and Briarmask had given them the day off to enjoy the cool weather and to, as Cricketpounce had put it, "act your age for a change."
"Catch me if you can!" he howled, and stifled a snort at Thistlepaw's distant, irritated snarl in reply. White powder sprayed up behind him as he jumped over piles of snow and circled around rocky outcroppings, leaving behind a trail that sparkled in the sunlight behind black paws. As he skidded to a stop by the thin stone path that led down the mountain, Ravenpaw paused a moment, chest heaving and lungs burning with the cold air. Thistle must've lost his trail, or run off with Cherryclaw, and so he was left alone to enjoy the view. The skies were streaked through with pale pinks and oranges, the sun preparing to set, casting a soft sheen over the stone around him. He was about to turn around, since Mintpaw was probably due back from his assessment, but a soft shuffle of paws on stone caught his attention.
For just a moment, a tiny kit's grey head poked out from behind the rock, but darted back as soon as he spotted Ravenpaw standing nearby. If he hadn't heard the movement, he'd have missed it entirely. As it was, Ravenpaw just blinked in surprise. "Hey," he called out, voice soft, to the tiny figure hidden behind the snow. "You okay?"
"Come on," a soft, shaky voice whispered to another unknown figure behind the rock, before the grey kit stepped out very, very slowly. His little eyes were wide and fearful, and if the apprentice wasn't mistaken, the kit was hiding even smaller someone behind him. "Who are you?" the grey tom-kit said, chin tipped up bravely. His whole body was shaking, from either fear or from the cold and paws rubbed raw in the snow.
"I'm Ravenpaw, and I'm from SpruceClan," he murmured, stepping closer to peer at the tiny intruder, and for the first time in his life, he was thankful to be so small himself. He wasn't big and hulking like Cricketpounce, or even his sister. The little grey kit took one look at him, small-statured and gentle-voiced, and nearly melted to the ground in relief, shuffling over just a bit to reveal the tiny red oriental he'd been trying to keep warm. Ravenpaw felt his heart clench even more. "What's your name?" he said, kneeling down a bit to make eye contact with the older kit. "You can come stay with me, if you'd like. It's much warmer in the caves than out here in the snow."
"I'm Jaykit. Jaykit from LavenderClan," the little one squeaked, before flicking a frost-coated tail towards the even-smaller kit behind him. The kit in question smiled shyly, despite how their body shook in the cold. "And that's Ember. I found them after I got swept up in the storm. Do you— do you really mean it? Can we stay with you?"
"Of course," Ravenpaw said, scooping scrawny Jaykit up onto his back and grabbing Ember by their scruff. If he happened to be blinking rapidly in efforts to keep his bleeding heart from showing, nobody needed to know. "I always keep my promises." He couldn't see it, given that his passenger was teetering precariously with claws hooked into the fur of his back, but Jaykit's little muzzle had quirked up into a small, awestruck grin as he clung tightly to his savior.
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As soon as Mintfur stepped back from Tall Stones, face split in a grin as he bore his new name with pride, he was swarmed by a mass of other young warriors and older apprentices. The newly-promoted warrior could barely breathe, but his mood didn't drop at all. These were the cats most important to him, and it meant the world to see them just as excited— if not more so— than he was. "Hey, guysss," Mintfur managed, purring loudly as he was surrounded by Cherryclaw's thick fur, Goldenheart's coarse coat, Coffeepaw's silky pelt, and both Thistlepaw and Ravenpaw's loud, exuberant cries.
"Congratulations," Cherryclaw purred in reply, headbutting him gently. The black warrior just laughed, returning the gesture, though he was careful not to bump her too hard (he knew the limits of his own strength). Her blue eyes looked a little shiny with pride, but it could've been happy tears. "You deserve this, Mint."
"Mintfur!" Goldenheart crowed, weaseling in between Cherryclaw and the object of his attentions. "How's it feel to be a warrior? You made it!" The bouncy tom grinned, his whiskers twitching as he spoke, and he, too, pressed his head to Mintfur's. He just laughed, nudging back and relishing in the companionship.
"Got any tips for the assessment?" Ravenpaw chirped jokingly, though the glint in his eye was keenly interested. Thistlepaw, meanwhile, bounced up and down eagerly by her brother's side.
"Way to go, Mintfur!" she cheered, leaning forwards to clumsily nudge him in congratulations as well, though the grey she-cat nearly missed in her eagerness. As she rocked backwards suddenly on her heels, she let her voice soften into a more genuine, affectionate tone. "Cherryclaw's right, you deserve this. I'm really happy for you." Mintfur nearly stumbled over himself as he rushed to press their noses together, flattered. Coffeepaw, a little less verbose than her adopted siblings, just offered Mintfur a wide smile, which he returned gladly.
"I'm just happy S-sparrowstar gave me a n-name I can sssay," Mintfur purred. Surrounded by the ones who loved him, in the middle of SpruceClan's warm fold, he gave in to his impulses and began to cheer his own name. "Mintfur! Mintfur! Mintfur!" Cherryclaw and Goldenheart both rolled their eyes, fond, but joined in with him. Ravenpaw, Thistlepaw, and even Coffeepaw joined in shortly after, a small chorus of joyous yowling that made it all feel even more special. Though he'd deny it for the rest of time, Mintfur might have started to tear up a little bit that day.
Standing by his mentor's side in the crowds, Softpaw looked to Hailsplash with a brilliant grin, whole body trembling as if he might jump out of his fur in excitement. "I can't wait to be a warrior!" the apprentice purred, and the silver tabby just smiled down indulgently at him.
"You'll be an amazing warrior. I'll make sure of it."
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Ivyblossom's thick coat pressed against his side was warm, a comforting weight as he ambled through the pine groves by his best friend's side. She'd asked him to go out on a walk, and though Cardinaltail knew there wasn't any meaning behind it, and he was happy just to accompany her, that knowledge wouldn't stop the small part of his mind that dreamed of being chosen to be by her side every day. Leafbare's sharp edges. Still, it was nice to just walk with her, even in this cold, with early traces of snow littering the path. "How's life as a mentor?" Ivyblossom murmured absently, sure paws leading the way down the beaten path.
Cardinaltail smiled, pleased to be engaged. "Oh, Badgerpaw's great," he said, and he meant every word. "I couldn't have asked for a more diligent apprentice. It's like he already knows how to do everything before I even ask him to try it out."
"That's good, that's good," the grey she-cat murmured, eyes staring off somewhere behind him. Her attentions weren't really on him or what he was saying. Cardinaltail wasn't bothered by that, though, because the look on her face left him much more concerned about her. Ivyblossom's gaze was pinned somewhere on the horizon, eyes glassy and a little wistful as she watched the sun make its steady descent beyond the mountain's ridges. She settled onto her haunches, still staring, and Cardinaltail mirrored the gesture.
"Ivy, are you okay?" he said, softly, after she'd been silent for some time. "It's just... you look sad." She looked to him sharply, before giving a soft laugh and a shake of the head.
"You know me too well, Cardinal," Ivyblossom murmured, but her eyes were still fixed on the horizon. "I'm just lost in my head." She was silent for a moment, and another probing comment was rising to his tongue just as she opened her mouth once more. "I went to Applefall today, to double-check what I suspected. He confirmed as much. This will be my last moon as an ordinary warrior before I have to go to the nursery, healer's orders."
"You're having kits," Cardinaltail realized aloud, feeling a bit dizzy. He was suddenly quite glad to already be sitting down to take this news.
"I wanted to tell you first," Ivyblossom murmured, a purr in her words as she blinked at him with shiny eyes, finally taking them off the horizon. She'd never looked prettier, and it made his chest ache something fierce. "You're my best friend. You deserved to know first."
"That's lovely, Ivy, really," Cardinaltail said, voice faint, but he smiled as best as he could. This was his best friend, and he loved her, and that was what was important. "Who's the father? Should I be giving anyone a stern talking to?"
"Um," she murmured, suddenly looking quite sheepish, ears flattening and tail on end. The little cream streak on the bridge of her nose looked like it was standing up, and he repressed the urge to lick it flat. "That's kind of a funny story? You remember the Gathering from last moon?"
The ruddy tom nodded, slightly confused, before it dawned on him. "No," he gasped. "Ivy, you didn't."
"I did," she said back, wincing a bit, but she held her chin up, a challenge in her eyes and her shoulders squared defensively. "His name's Pyrespire, from IslandClan, and he's wonderful. I like him a lot, and I'm not ashamed of it, alright? The Code's old and outdated, anyways."
Cardinaltail just swallowed, eyes closed, before exhaling slowly. Even though he couldn't see her, the tension of waiting for his response was palpable. "Okay," he said, after a pause, careful to keep his voice from trembling. "If you're going to be a mother, can I be the cool uncle?" Ivyblossom, eyes widening at his easy acceptance, let her shoulders fall and allowed a brilliant grin to rise to her face. As if energized, she sprang back to her feet with a purr, and beckoning with a tail, took off down the wooded path in the direction of the old Watchpoint Tree. The Abyssinian just watched her go for a moment, before padding along after her, tail swinging slowly behind him and brushing against the stony ground as he went.
"Hey," Ivyblossom murmured, once the sun had made its final movements and the sky faded to a rich blue-black littered with stars. Under the shade of the massive pine, the world felt even darker, more serene. "Thank you."
"Always," Cardinaltail whispered back, and despite the ache in his chest, he meant it. When she laid her head on his shoulder, gently, the tom just smiled a wobbling, lopsided smile up at the moon. Whether those kits were just like their mother or completely different, he'd love them regardless, because they'd be hers.
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Honeypaw spent most of her time in the healer's den, sorting herbs, treating minor ailments, or simply listening to Applefall as he lectured her coolly on the best methods of easing the pains of the kitting process, or setting a broken bone, or staunching a bleeding gash. She didn't spend as much time around the other apprentices, but all the same, she considered herself rather observant. She could tell when her sister Coffeepaw grew annoyed with her mentor, when Ravenpaw and Thistlepaw had had a spat that required they be separated for some time, could tell when Softpaw felt queasy after a hard training session and needed a break. And, of course, Honeypaw had a healer's eye. She could tell how Badgerpaw had retreated into himself, how he hid the mysterious wounds that had been appearing since his kithood. He might have had the rest of SpruceClan fooled, but he could never fool Honeypaw.
She'd never figured out what, exactly, was causing the wounds, but she'd never expected to find out so suddenly. She'd only just fallen asleep after an incredibly long day of lectures and treating the new kits, but for some reason, she wasn't greeted by darkness or absurd dreams. Instead, her eyes opened back up immediately, as she was curled up in something that was most certainly not her nest. Honeypaw stood up, observing the strange, dark place with confusion. "There's no way this is StarClan," she murmured to nobody in particular, nose curling up at the stench of marshy water and rotting leaves. "StarClan wouldn't reek like this."
"No kidding!" another voice piped up, and she startled, swirling to find an equally-confused Softpaw nearly ankle-deep in the marsh waters. "I've never seen this place before, not even in my old clan!" The other apprentice grimaced at the mud that soaked his paws, but he still seemed as cheerful as ever as he skipped up to Honeypaw's side. "D'you think we're dreaming, or what? Because I don't think I've ever been able to talk in a dream, or seen someone else I know, or been able to smell."
"No idea," Honeypaw murmured, but the sound of a scuffle nearby caught her attention. Slowly, she turned, traipsing towards what looked like a particularly thick swath of trees and briar, her friend bouncing along after her. "I'm gonna check this out," she whispered to him, voice lowering as the sounds of fighting grew louder. "Stay quiet and stay hidden, just to be safe." Out of the corner of her eye, the golden tabby saw Softpaw nod, and with his unspoken promise made, she wormed her way into the briar bushes. It was uncomfortable, thorns poking at her from every angle, but she eventually found a position with enough of a gap that she could see out of them. If she wasn't mistaken, that was Badgerpaw, scuffling with another apprentice that was obviously more experienced, and who bore a suspicious scar across his throat. Their deadly dance was too skilled for the work of just apprentices, and it was then that she noticed the gigantic, heavily-scarred tabby who sat in the corner, simply observing with a smirk. With each strike, it was as if he became more and more visible, the transparent quality of his coat slowly disappearing.
Periodically, the large tom called encouragements— or, from the sound of it, veiled threats— when one apprentice got the edge over another. She watched on in fascinated horror, until her focus was broken by a sudden rustling from Softpaw behind her. "What are you doing?" Honeypaw whispered sharply, trying to stop his movement with a paw. "You'll get us caught!"
"Can't see," Softpaw hissed back, and he wiggled forwards in what would be his most fatal mistake. As he shifted, a branch snapped, striking him across the side with a thorny twig. Startled by the pain, the white apprentice fell forwards, breaking through the brush and landing chin-first onto the dry earth. All sounds of fighting ceased, and three pairs of eyes snapped to see the intruder that had inadvertently revealed himself.
"Did you bring along a spy?" the great tabby snarled, eyes darkening as he glared at Badgerpaw, who had frozen up in the middle of the dirt arena. With a disgusted growl, the big, scarred cat turned away, fixing his menancing stare onto the small white apprentice before him. His claws unsheathed slowly, each dark weapon glinting in the dim light. "The little rat won't speak a word of what he's seen, I'll make sure of it."
"No, don't!" Badgerpaw finally cried, lunging forwards desperately, but it was too late. The other cat with him cut him off with a yowl, and Sharptalon's paw swung like a scythe, slicing right across the terrified Softpaw's face. The white apprentice shrieked suddenly, flailing, and a horrible spray of red arced in the air. It was impossible to tell who was wailing louder— the wounded Softpaw, who'd slumped to the dirt in misery, or the frantic Badgerpaw, as he fought desperately to get the other, larger apprentice off of him. Honeypaw stumbled backwards, not bothering to flinch at the catch and drag of sharp briar thorns she'd been hiding within, and made a break for it.
There wasn't time to feel guilty for leaving Softpaw alone, because Honeypaw was running for her own life, the desperate break-neck sprint with numbed feet and burning lungs and absolute terror screaming in the mind. She raced blindly through thick, swampy marsh grass and thorny shrubs and spindly, creaking pines, running and running and running. The further she ran forwards, the louder the screams grew. It wasn't until she realized that the screams were distinctly not her own that she stumbled to a stop, tripping over another root and slamming into the ground.
Honeypaw shot up, and barring the painful sting of her nose and the inexplicable presence of dirt in her fur, she found herself back in her own nest in the apprentice's den. But the screams were still going on, terrible, horrified wails from nearby. The sound must have ripped her from sleep and into wakefulness. Some of the other apprentices stirred, but as they were all deep sleepers, none woke at the sound. Across the den, she saw Badgerpaw flinch as if he'd been struck, a sudden scrape across his flank appearing out of nowhere, before bolting upright himself. They made eye contact briefly, an unspoken agreement not to discuss what had just happened, before both apprentices crawled out of their nests and crept towards the source of the wails— coming from the very end of the den, where some of the newer nests were located.
Besides her, she could hear Badgerpaw's chest heaving with fright as the wailing suddenly cut off, and It was with a sinking feeling in her gut that Honeypaw stepped up to Softpaw's nest, because the moment the cries ended, the nest's occupant shot up like he'd woken from some sort of miserable nightmare. The curly white apprentice swiveled to face the source of the noise, his own chest heaving wildly and whimpers escaping him as he hyperventilated. "Softpaw," Honeypaw murmured. "Softpaw, are you okay?"
"My eyes!" he cried in response, desperately moving forwards on clumsy paws. Her eyes widened as she looked at his face in the dim lighting, and poor Badgerpaw retched. There was a lot of blood, four deep gashes like those of a warrior's claws running across the length of his face. Honeypaw's own blood ran cold as Softpaw whimpered again. "My eyes! I can't see!"
As Softpaw's wails faded into miserable sniffling, Honeypaw and Badgerpaw wordlessly shouldered his weight, one apprentice on each side. They carried him out of the apprentice's den, each keenly aware of how his blood stuck to their fur and left behind a trail as it dripped on the ground, through the center of camp, and towards Applefall's den where the healer was still sleeping soundly.
"Applefall!" Honeypaw called sharply, just as she and Badgerpaw had laid the trembling Softpaw down in one of the mossy patients' nests. "Applefall, please, help!" It didn't take much time to rouse the healer, and even in the darkness of the caves at night, it was easy to see how he flinched at the sight of Softpaw's injuries. But he motioned for his apprentice to step back, trotting into the herb stores to try and find something, anything, he could use to at least stem the bleeding.
Huddled together in the corner of the healer's den, Honeypaw glanced to Badgerpaw, whose jaw was clenched tight and eyes shiny-wet. His gaze met hers briefly, before the tabby's head jerked the other way, shoulders hunched. He looked like he might cry any moment. She just watched him, softly humming an old tune Tallthorn had sang to her once, a vague recollection from her time in his care. Badgerpaw didn't speak, didn't even make a sound, but his head dropped against her golden-furred shoulder with a thump, and Honeypaw allowed it, curling her tail around his side in comfort. Neither one of them slept any more that night, though from what she'd seen, she wasn't sure that Badgerpaw ever slept at all.
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ACTIONS
SpruceClan consumes 1 snow hare and 4 frogs
StarClan
[ Sparrowstar asks StarClan for an elder ]
Rank Changes & Newcomers
[ Mintpaw is now a warrior— Mintfur! ]
[ Riverhowl, Jaykit, and Emberkit are welcomed to SpruceClan ]
Patrols
[ Cricketpounce, Mintfur, Cardinaltail, and Goldenheart hunt ]
[ Smokestep, Brambletuft, Ramsey, and Cloudchaser hunt ]
[ Briarmask, Tallthorn, Cherryclaw, and Hailsplash hunt ]
[ Sparrowstar, Heathersong, and Riverhowl patrol ]
[ Applefall and Honeypaw search for herbs ]
Apprentice & Skills
[ Ravenpaw and Thistlepaw practice for their final assessments next moon ]
[ Tallthorn and Coffeepaw train in battle ]
[ Cardinaltail and Badgerpaw train in hunting ]
[ Softpaw rests this moon ]
[ Applefall and Honeypaw train in minor injury treatment ]
Kitting & Healing
[ Softpaw is brought to the healer's den, but Applefall determines that the mysterious scratches over his eyes are too deep to heal; the apprentice has completely lost his eyesight. The healer prescribes one moon of rest, but all of Softpaw's skills will need to be relearned to adapt to the change. ]
[ Ivyblossom is due in two moons ]
Other
[ Sparrowstar loses his first life ]
MOD NOTES
* Please do not kill any cats marked with a ✧ symbol.
* Injury and illness rolls are fine, but please don't roll for death on patrols!
──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────LEADER
Sparrowstar | 51 moons | male | x
Lives: ★★★★★★★★
DEPUTY
Briarmask | 41 moons | female | x
HEALER
Applefall | 46 moons | male | x
Skill Points: ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿
HEALER'S APPRENTICE
✧ Honeypaw | 10 moons | female | x
WARRIORS
Cricketpounce | 46 moons | male | x
✧ Smokestep | 37 moons | male | x
✧ Heathersong | 49 moons | female | x
✧ Tallthorn | 34 moons | male | x
Hailsplash | 38 moons | male | x
✧ Cardinaltail | 20 moons | male | x
Ramsey | 51 moons | male | x
Brambletuft | 47 moons | male | x
Cloudchaser | 18 moons | female | x
Goldenheart | 14 moons | male | x
✧ Cherryclaw |14 moons | female | x
✧ Mintfur | 13 moons | male | x
Riverhowl | 45 moons | female | x
APPRENTICES
✧ Ravenpaw | 11 moons | male | x
✧ Thistlepaw | 11 moons | female | x
Coffeepaw | 10 moons | female (amab) | x
Softpaw | 10 moons | male | x
✧ Badgerpaw | 7 moons | male | x
QUEENS
✧ Nightfang | 38 moons | female | x
Roselight | 44 moons | female | x
✧ Ivyblossom | 21 moons | female | x
KITS
✧ Ashkit | 4 moons | female | x
✧ Cinderkit | 4 moons | male | x
Dovekit | 3 moons | female | x
Crowkit | 3 moons | male | x
Poppykit | 3 moons | female | x
Daisykit | 3 moons | female | x
Violetkit | 3 moons | male | x
Jaykit | 4 moons | male | x
Emberkit | 1 moon | nb (amab) | x
ELDERS
Redwhisker | 113 moons | male (afab) | x
HERB STORAGE
Alder Bark (1) | toothache
Beech Leaf (1) | soothes scratches, sore paws
Bindweed (1) | sets broken bones
Birch Sap (1) | yellowcough
Blackberry Leaf (1) | bee stings
Borage (1) | eases fever, produces more milk
Bright-eye (1) | coughing
Broom (1) | broken bones
Burdock Root (1) | rat bites
Burnet (1) | kitting
Catchweed (1) | removes burrs in fur
Catmint (2) | cures greencough & whitecough
Celandine (1) | soothes damaged eyes
Chamomile (1) | travelling herb
Chervil (0) | bellyache, infection, kitting
Chickweed (1) | cures greencough
Cobweb (0) | binds a wound, stops bleeding
Fennel (2) | eases pains
Goldenrod (1) | chewed into poultice for wounds
Hawkweed (1) | cures greencough & whitecough
Honey (0) | infections, sore or damaged throat
Horsetail (1) | infection, stops bleeding
Marigold (1) | infection, inflammation, stiff joints
Ragwort (1) | kitting pains, joint pain
Raspberry Leaf (1) | kitting
Yarrow (1) | extracts poison or toxins
FRESH-KILL PILE
Snow Hare | x 6 | 3 servings
Bird | x 5 | 3 servings
Small Fish | x 5 | 2 servings
Ermine | x 5 | 2 servings
Frog | x 1 | 1 servings
Mouse | x 5 | 1 servings
MENTORS
Cricketpounce | Thistlepaw | hunt, swim, climb, battle
Briarmask | Ravenpaw | hunt, swim, climb, battle
Tallthorn | Coffeepaw | hunt, swim, climb, battle
Hailsplash | Softpaw | hunt, swim, climb, battle
Cardinaltail | Badgerpaw | hunt, swim, climb, battle
Applefall | Honeypaw | kitting, illness, herbs, injury
DECEASED CATS
Cat Name | Cause of Death
Cat Name | Cause of Death
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